The Irish standard., 1887-09-03

back at the gate. and I'm after sending
Joe and Philip TO arrest him. I'll send
for the police, so put it out of your
head,' exclaimed Mrs. Evans, still
feebly energetic.
For Heavens sake, mamma, tell me
what you mean,'
.Ah, Jane, what did you mean by
talking of American
Here voices were heard outside, near
the front Of the house, and Miss Evans
hastily pulled down the window-blind.
She moved the blind a little aside, and
saw the two serving men leading a
horse with somebody on his back.
When the hall door was opened, and
the light shone out upon the group,
Miss Evans smiled.
Come here, mamma
Mrs. Evans looked out.
''Tis Mr.. Mooney says she faint
ingly.
And now.' her daughter observed,
you know I have retired for the night.
need not say how ridiculously you
have acted. And now I suppose you
will see the necessity Of making the
best of it,
But, Jane. what did you mean by
talking of America? Is it possible that
you are still thinking of that man?
Won knnw-,
But Jane pointed to the group out
side, and waved her hand towards the
door.
Mrs. Evans walked away with look
suggestive of smelling salts. She was
not strong minded lady. And Brian
Purcell was the one shadowing her
path.
sMr. Mooney said Mrs. Evans from
the hall door, there has been some un-
fortunate mistake. And now, to let
me see that you are not offended, come
in.'
Mr.. Mooney alighted with great alac-
ritY. The man having hold of his bri-
die prevented him from dashing away
in figure of eight.
sit down, Mr.. Mooney, says the lady
of the house:
'Oh! not at ALL, says Mr.. Mooney.
I'm sorry my daughter has retired
has retired for the night
'We had a capital hunt, observed Mr..
Mooney. with his eyes very wide open,
and staring at the wall. After going
four miles, as the crow flies, towards
the slate quarries he doubled back to
Coolbawn cover, where the earth was
open. Everything went off splendidly
the marquis was delighted except
row between Mr.. Grindem and a person
of the name of Brian Purcell. Mr.
that is Grindem and I, are capital
friends. How are you, Mooney?' says
he. How do you do, Mr.-ahem!-
How do you do Grindem?' says l. Capt.
tai fellow. Stood any amount of BRAN
dy.' Here Mr.. Mooney fortified himself
with a glass of wine, and with desper-
ate resolution said, I had the pleasure
of seeing-ahem!-Miss Evans there in
the morning.
oh! yes; che was there
The three Miss Plunkets were in at
the finish. Why does not Miss Evans
ride to the hounds? Don't tell me she
can't do it. For damme,' exclaims Mr..
Mooney. holding out his hand, and
staring at the wall, there's nothing she
can't do.' Mr.. Mooney sat bolt upright
in his chair, sucking the handle Of his
hunting whip. He fixed his eyes on the
ceiling, as if he could see through it
into the room above. Mrs. Evans
says Mr.. Mooney, looking through the
ceiling, Il can't stand it,
Stand what, Mr.. Mooney?'
Particularly now,' continued the
young gentleman, since my mother is
down on me-
Mrs. Evans looked surprised, but
thought it best to let him 20 on.
Down on me- he repeated, 'on ac-
count of Miss Baker. Not Miss Baker,
you know, but the fat one.'
Really, Mr.. Mooney, don't under
stand you.'
Don't think, Mrs. Evans says MIR.
Mooney, taking the lady's hand. and
looking che reverse of cheerful, don't
think it was her beauty! No, Mrs.
Evans. 1t was the sublimity of her
disposition. The sublimity. Mrs.
Evans. And is it not sad thing, Mrs.
Evans'-here Mr.. Mooney became
lugubrious to degree-'is it not mel
ancholy, heart breaking, for man to
have mother Mr.. Mooney is OBJ
liged to have recourse to his pocket
handkerchief. but not being able to find
it, uses the skirt of his scarlet coat 10
have mother, Miss Evans, without an
atom of sublimity?'
Really, Mr.. Mooney
(To be Continued.)
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